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Storm: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still, Are howling from the mountain's bosom: There's not a breath of wind upon the hill, Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom: Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load.— BYRON — Heaven and Earth. Pt. I. Sc. 3.
The sky is changed!-and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 92.
Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers.— ANDREW CHERRY — The Bay of Biscay.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. XV. L. 752.
Pope's trans. Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wild. S.— MARY HOWITT — The Wet Summer.
From the German. The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores.— PRIOR — The Lady's Looking-Glass.
Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep, The rending thunders, as they onward roil, The loud, loud winds, that o'er the billows sweep- Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul!— MRS. RADCLIFFE — Mysteries of Udolpho. The Mariner. St. 9.
As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, When from thy shore the tempest beat us back, I stood upon the hatches in the storm.— Shakespeare — Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 101.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 1.
Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. C. Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 67. I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 5. Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak 'Than the soft myrtle.— Shakespeare — Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 114.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.— THOMSON — Seasons. Summer. L. 1,133.
C'est l'éclair qui paraît, la foudre va partir. It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.— VOLTAIRE — Oreste. II. 7.